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"that's not it" and "that's still not it." By "wo
stranger comes to town
ssage) “These complexities are not yet audible.” (199) In this pass
hrough the “cutting each other’s throats” part of s
ther down, behind thought.” (204) Fear prevents us from going there in the writ
ause of cultural schemas.
THREE STEPS
(First Pass
art of oneself, “It is deep i
ere an overall argument you thin
orties”. How does this affect her ar
tant for the feminist proje
id city “full of neighborhoods, of peoples, of languages,” which inspir
other, Eve, took up midwifery to support her fa
ous, these circumstances of her genea
gy, birth and life story, or, more precisely, the psy
dead father and the foreign mother.” Playing with the “abe
tiple alterity constitu
ever thought I was at home [in
us’s influence, chairs were given to a numb
ame year she defended her thesis on Joy
ewhat naïve revision of the mal
le theatrics of female hysteria staged in Sig
hing house des femmes in 1973. C
eologism that visibly doubles and splits her cul
y political choi
” she would publish all her subs
dea of an insurgent, fe
sed on, say, eth
lic sphere thus extends towards a la
odel of social cha
ceived the Southern Cro
veries of the Wild Wo
rased from the family story. In
n an as-yet untranslated boo
old on-site. In th
ttan as a distinctly mode
win Towers she reconstru
search trips to the U
qualled precision how the perso
eract in poetic storytell
nine must tolerate freedom from self-limitation and from neat borders, from beginn
squieting. Clearly Joy
f pleasure, less socializable? If so, ho
peak about women's writ
ore arch
ore on the side of jouiss
o, how and at what pric
out what it will do. Woman mus
rom which they have been driven away as violentl
hem an irremovability the equi
tiny, to confuse the biolog
ion is impe
rite her self: mu
st on the point of being disc
f our time-a time during wh
re no grounds for establishing a discourse, but rather an an
t two sides and two aims: to
reak up, to destroy; and to foresee the unforesee
able, to project.
I write this as a
ch stage of rapt
cribing a resona
cknowledg
oo, overflow; my desires have invent
frames and sold for a st
n't open my mout
ire stir- ring inside her (to sin
ring out something new), hasn't though
ou write? Write! Writ
oo high, too great fo
shamed of her strength? Who, surp
tastic tumult of her d
ce or the Art of Replacement (19
sonant vision, a comp
mething beautiful. Be
hat a well-adj
th, that she makes troubl
t to attenuate the tens
he edge off. And t
get, to bury it until the nex
old you back, let not
becilic capital
afty, obsequious relayer
heath where witches are k
elves, in the mirror. Frigidifi
urning, arriving over and agai
way with the old Apartheid rout
pollen, our win
ampled spaces, the be
e're not afraid of lackin
side at the scene of inherit
hout running out of breath, we ar
parates the vibrations musical
plowing through lite
outing mission. It is wel
tifying charms of fict
this locus ha
cursory movement o
escapee)-in that enormous
ho would go to any leng
ppearance would necessarily bring on, if not revolut
ff balance and an ephem
ay, fairies.
turn to the body which has been mor
nny stranger on display-the ai
f inhibitions. C
reath and speech at the same time.
rite your self. You
thout dollars-black or gold-non- assessed valu
ange the rules of the ol
come at will the take
ring their feats in writt
al langua
very woman has know
eart racin
guage slipping away- that's how darin
esses, her words fall almost alway
eaf male ear, which hea
llenge of spee
eak out of the snare of silen
't be conned into accept
hich is the margin or the harem.
peak at a public gat
passione
inear or "objec
raws her story in
art of the body, plus the mask.
trix, cradler; her
able; body (body? bodies?), no mo
ilk. She writes in white ink.
ough with streams of song; I don't mean the overb
grate woman, don't make of her
on or some other for
usa and the abyss. That would be eno
presentable things: death and the feminin
clad in apotropes. What lovel
weeping away synt
ggering retur
'll splutter that I'm a "mysti
fe an other. Am I dreamin
Continuing to wipe ass with the Bill of Rights the Senate passes The National Defense Authorization Act. Nobody says a fucking word. Pretty much.
So despite the Sixth Amendment’s guarantee of a right to trial, the Senate bill would let the government lock up any citizen it swears is a terrorist, without the burden of proving its case to an independent judge, and for the lifespan of an amorphous war that conceivably will never end. And because the Senate is using the bill that authorizes funding for the military as its vehicle for this dramatic constitutional claim, it’s pretty likely to pass. has been passed.
Have I got that right ?